6th October 2016
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It's national poetry day today. So to mark the occasion I've started a new blog, about poetry (and other creative pursuits).
For the first publication I've included all the stuff I've written so far of which I'm suitably pleased/proud/excited by. Some of it (most of it) is work in progress and gets tinkered with every now and then. I may go back to individual poems in future and write about what inspired me to write about what ever it was I wrote about.
In general, if I'm having a bad day or if things get stuck in my head and I can't work them out or if something bites to my core, writing it down quite often eases the burden in my brain and enables me to move on. This is mainly why I write. But not always.
Here follows the poetry so far (with the date of the first draft if I recorded it):
Rewrite
Womankind
Know your mind
And history
Unwind
Come along
Sing your song
Coz history's
Been wrong
We are here
Time is near
Make history
Be clear
Unwind
History and
Know your mind
Womankind
By Annabel 2/8/16
Late
Pronounce me late
And seal my fate.
My only sin
Not getting in
On the dot
But time is not
Something I've got
A lot of now
I'll take my bow
And have my fill
Death my fate
And then I will
Be truly late
2/8/16
Heat
Sweat slick
Salt lick
Breath quick
Skin prick
Skin wet
Slick sweat
Poor
Pore
Pour
Big hill
Legs like lead
But voice in my head
Says:
walk baby walk
Don't stop don't talk
Slow baby slow
Puff and blow
Climb baby climb
In your own time
1st July 2016
Bluebell Wood
Heavily scented and full blown blue haze
Crowds under light green filtered Lord of days
Sweet high sound of feathered tune competes with man made metal croon
Prickle sticky sticks & stings
tangle tarnished rusty things
This the Mother's nurturing nature
Death the life of plant and creature,
May 2016
Giving up the ghost
Battery is low
And so
I don't have long
To write this song
Wet rust dark
red hair
Green eye spark
Soft glare
Never here
Always there
Conscience clear
But now where?
Longing lips
Silk skin
Finger tips
Long thin
Never here
Always there
Conscience clear
But nowhere
Smiling heart
Safe soul
Eye for art
Black hole
Never here
Always there
Conscience clear
But not to share
Battery dies
Soul lies
Didn't have long
To write this song
18th May 2015 (on the way home)
Out in the open
I hope that when my time comes
And I lay me down to die
That the earth will be my bed
And no ceiling save the sky
9/4/2016
Willing
Passed a jolly fat lad
Out for a run
He's not doing too bad
He's having fun
Too many sausages
Too much cake
Softened up the sharp edges
Ate for eating's sake
Hello Mr fit guy
Hello Mr strong
Never touch another pie
Coz pies are WRONG!
Passed a jolly fat bloke
Out for a run
Being chubby's no joke
But he's having fun
Inspired by the rather jolly chubby fella running round Ealing common this morning (9/11/13) at 5.30ish
Valuable
Pride of our Nation
United in our team
Responsible elation
Respect our one team dream
Bring on the Great Lion of Britain
From UK's shore to shore
You've purred and we are smitten
Now bare your teeth and ROAR
13/5/2016
Chemo Chemical
Fizzy, fuzzy, dizzy
Popping, paining, aching.
Dragging
Lagging
Fretting
Sweating
Heavy heat.
Ice cold comfort.
Brain & body both.
Limbs think/mind feels
All one. All one.
All one.
November 2014
Walk
The straining of a spring in a watch wound too tight
The wild wind in the tall trees nagging me at night
The World weary tallship heaving to harbour home
The bird with broken white wing, dying all alone.
A Watch
A Tree
A Ship
A Bird
I am all of these in part
But these aren't all that I am
I am me - I am a human with a beating heart
So I will carefully consult the chart
And place my feet upon the ground
I will walk to my rhythm and I will revel in the sound
17/11/2014
Halfway
I should have known
I should have noticed
But life got in the way
Or rather I survived
And missed the slip
The point I tripped
So now I'm sliding
Down the sides
The black hole
Sucks me in
Hungry maw
Gaping
Pulling
Down
And I am more than
Halfway there now
To the bottom
Of the pit
Though I cannot
Quite perceive it
I sense my lot
And I will not
Give up but
I will fight it
Original draft 20th April 2015
Skin is Thin
Under our skin
Within within
All blood and bone
Alone alone
Flay that layer
Slayer slayer
All just the same
No shame no shame
Seeking out love
Above above
And down below
Aglow aglow
Skin is thin
Now begin
25/11/2016
Life/death/life lover
I awoke today
Wrapped in the arms
Of my midnight lover.
The dark man who
Comes in my dreams
To lead me away from
Harm and heartache
And remind my mind
Of my body's need
And heal my heart.
He cherishes me.
One day he will
Take me away
And I will remain
In his arms
For ever
October 2014
Time
Your shining fresh faces
Will one day be webbed
With the lines of your lives
Like ours
29/4/13
more soon
It's national poetry day today. So to mark the occasion I've started a new blog, about poetry (and other creative pursuits).
For the first publication I've included all the stuff I've written so far of which I'm suitably pleased/proud/excited by. Some of it (most of it) is work in progress and gets tinkered with every now and then. I may go back to individual poems in future and write about what inspired me to write about what ever it was I wrote about.
In general, if I'm having a bad day or if things get stuck in my head and I can't work them out or if something bites to my core, writing it down quite often eases the burden in my brain and enables me to move on. This is mainly why I write. But not always.
Here follows the poetry so far (with the date of the first draft if I recorded it):
Rewrite
Womankind
Know your mind
And history
Unwind
Come along
Sing your song
Coz history's
Been wrong
We are here
Time is near
Make history
Be clear
Unwind
History and
Know your mind
Womankind
By Annabel 2/8/16
Late
Pronounce me late
And seal my fate.
My only sin
Not getting in
On the dot
But time is not
Something I've got
A lot of now
I'll take my bow
And have my fill
Death my fate
And then I will
Be truly late
2/8/16
Heat
Sweat slick
Salt lick
Breath quick
Skin prick
Skin wet
Slick sweat
Poor
Pore
Pour
Big hill
Legs like lead
But voice in my head
Says:
walk baby walk
Don't stop don't talk
Slow baby slow
Puff and blow
Climb baby climb
In your own time
1st July 2016
Bluebell Wood
Heavily scented and full blown blue haze
Crowds under light green filtered Lord of days
Sweet high sound of feathered tune competes with man made metal croon
Prickle sticky sticks & stings
tangle tarnished rusty things
This the Mother's nurturing nature
Death the life of plant and creature,
May 2016
Giving up the ghost
Battery is low
And so
I don't have long
To write this song
Wet rust dark
red hair
Green eye spark
Soft glare
Never here
Always there
Conscience clear
But now where?
Longing lips
Silk skin
Finger tips
Long thin
Never here
Always there
Conscience clear
But nowhere
Smiling heart
Safe soul
Eye for art
Black hole
Never here
Always there
Conscience clear
But not to share
Battery dies
Soul lies
Didn't have long
To write this song
18th May 2015 (on the way home)
Out in the open
I hope that when my time comes
And I lay me down to die
That the earth will be my bed
And no ceiling save the sky
9/4/2016
Willing
Passed a jolly fat lad
Out for a run
He's not doing too bad
He's having fun
Too many sausages
Too much cake
Softened up the sharp edges
Ate for eating's sake
Hello Mr fit guy
Hello Mr strong
Never touch another pie
Coz pies are WRONG!
Passed a jolly fat bloke
Out for a run
Being chubby's no joke
But he's having fun
Inspired by the rather jolly chubby fella running round Ealing common this morning (9/11/13) at 5.30ish
Valuable
Pride of our Nation
United in our team
Responsible elation
Respect our one team dream
Bring on the Great Lion of Britain
From UK's shore to shore
You've purred and we are smitten
Now bare your teeth and ROAR
13/5/2016
Chemo Chemical
Fizzy, fuzzy, dizzy
Popping, paining, aching.
Dragging
Lagging
Fretting
Sweating
Heavy heat.
Ice cold comfort.
Brain & body both.
Limbs think/mind feels
All one. All one.
All one.
November 2014
Walk
The straining of a spring in a watch wound too tight
The wild wind in the tall trees nagging me at night
The World weary tallship heaving to harbour home
The bird with broken white wing, dying all alone.
A Watch
A Tree
A Ship
A Bird
I am all of these in part
But these aren't all that I am
I am me - I am a human with a beating heart
So I will carefully consult the chart
And place my feet upon the ground
I will walk to my rhythm and I will revel in the sound
17/11/2014
Halfway
I should have known
I should have noticed
But life got in the way
Or rather I survived
And missed the slip
The point I tripped
So now I'm sliding
Down the sides
The black hole
Sucks me in
Hungry maw
Gaping
Pulling
Down
And I am more than
Halfway there now
To the bottom
Of the pit
Though I cannot
Quite perceive it
I sense my lot
And I will not
Give up but
I will fight it
Original draft 20th April 2015
Skin is Thin
Under our skin
Within within
All blood and bone
Alone alone
Flay that layer
Slayer slayer
All just the same
No shame no shame
Seeking out love
Above above
And down below
Aglow aglow
Skin is thin
Now begin
25/11/2016
Life/death/life lover
I awoke today
Wrapped in the arms
Of my midnight lover.
The dark man who
Comes in my dreams
To lead me away from
Harm and heartache
And remind my mind
Of my body's need
And heal my heart.
He cherishes me.
One day he will
Take me away
And I will remain
In his arms
For ever
October 2014
Time
Your shining fresh faces
Will one day be webbed
With the lines of your lives
Like ours
29/4/13
more soon
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